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The last time we saw him here he walked up over the hill and disappeared. Lose your power. Grow old or don't. Bloody cold is the season of note.

Like a voice of impending doom, and some kind of sound from the mechanical room. A great machine, with people in between. A great machine. A great machine. There are machines, and people in between. People machines. People machines.

The last time we saw him here he walked up over the hill and disappeared.

Track Name: Eyes in Pieces

In eyes, in pieces, in your own way.

Track Name: Clock

Silent giant, creeps along the shore. When I ask him where he goes, he says, "No one knows me anymore".